Was Noah An Albino Novels & Stories

” He explained. “I managed to track down who this “Noah” guy was by asking a few questions to a friend that I have in the Lunar Eclipse pack and his full name is Noah LeBlanc and as of right now he doesn’t hold any type of ranking within his pack. His Mother is Celeste LeBlanc.He is almost 19 years old.” Paul pauses for a moment taking a sip of his tea. “Have you been able to find out who his father is so far?” Jessie asks curiously.

I whispered and slapped my hand over my mouth. When I gave birth to Noah, his eyes had been the color of the sea. Now all of a sudden, they were purple? "What's this?" I asked, but Ryder just smiled and shrugged. "It's crazy to me too. He woke up and I heard him making gurgling sounds, so I came to look. Lo and behold, his eyes were purple." I reached over to run a finger down my baby's soft cheek, "How could this be? No one in my family has purple eyes, not to even talk of eyes that change color."

I walked slowly and looked through the cracked door. And there i saw it all. Light was on her knees in an over sized t-shit, holding a sweat damped Noah and whispering words to him. His body was twisting and breaking in a way that sent chills sworming in my head and down my spine. And soon Noah stood as a wolf. A large, white freaken wolf.

I huffed. "He was born in the land of the fae and because of that he carries some fae blood along with hybrid genes and isn't light and mistaken. He was born in the Unseelie fae realm and is of the dark," he paused, scratching his chin in thought. "Oh yes, the angel and demon parts are when his mother Raven, carried a part of Noah's soul and conceived," he said solemnly and I shook my head. "Noah, as in Noah Brinx?" I inquired curiously and he nodded. I sat down and mumbled, "wow." My stomach rumbled loudly and my cheeks reddened.

I practically yelled, taking his hand and shaking it enthusiastically. “I’m sure she will be,” Noah said dryly, gently taking his hand back. “I guess I won’t be needing this anymore.” He took off his shades and ballcap. I instantly recognized him as the woman from the window and I could feel my face heat in embarrassment. However, I didn’t want to bring that particular faux pas up in case he had forgotten. Dark violet eyes peered at me through thick, long eyelashes. It’s not a color that would usually be seen on humans or wolves, but there were rare cases here and there. They were devastatingly beautiful.

"A fossil? Let’s see it, Noah." He opened his hand with the solemnity of a high priest. It was a piece of gray shale with the faint, delicate imprint of a shell. But I wasn't looking at the rock. I was looking at him. At five years old, Noah was a walking, breathing haunting. He had my chin and my smile, but his eyes... they were a deep, piercing amber that seemed to see through walls. When he focused on something, his brow would furrow in a specific, intense way that made my breath hitch in my throat. It was the exact expression of a man who lived in a glass tower three hundred miles away.

His departure lifted a weight from my shoulders, allowing me to breathe more freely. “Relax, I know you’re overwhelmed with everything that’s happening,” Grandma said gently, her voice a comforting presence in the room. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Thank you, Grandma. I just... I need to understand what’s going on.” She moved to the chair Noah had vacated and sat down, her expression thoughtful. “He said that you look just like your mother. And as for who he is... Noah is a representative of the White wolves. He’s been a part of our lives since before you were born, Alyssa.”

His fingers ran through his long hair as he groaned. "Damn it, Raven! The wolf he gained is Keir, the dark one and Keir is a cursed wolf that carries Liu Pengli's murderous black soul. It means Noah is unholy!" He growled menacingly. I gasped and glanced over at Noah to see that his darkness was starting to rise around him. He had always had a tinge of it. Even when he was a small child he had carried a bit of it. Of course, he being a descendant of the devil probably hadn't helped much, but still. I didn't look back at my dad and continued to look deeply into Noah's stunning blue eyes. That brilliant white speck of light shined through, warming my soul with its purity.

Mabel asked with concern. "Mable, he wants to take the children away." As soon as I began to talk, the grievances I had felt today appeared again, and my tears streamed down. "What?" Mabel looked shocked. She lowered her voice and asked, "You really found Noah and Hedwig's father?" I wiped my tears and sobbed. "Noah's aura is different from that of an ordinary werewolf. And that man even asked the doctor to check him."

I smiled at them. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me,” I told them. I didn’t feel sleepy despite not having enough sleep and having tired eyes, but I felt like I was preparing myself for later. I’m sure that Mom will be announcing it, but I still can’t believe it’s true. It’s been scientifically confirmed. Noah is King Ricardo and Queen Josephine’s missing son, Noah is Prince Brylle Wilhem.